we wither and blow where the smoke goes
closing my eyes to the sunlight
withering tonight
one thing is certain
the rest is a lie
one thing is certain
life flies
molly,
molly,
molly
mother of night
your sons of the dirt bless you
mother of night
we wither and blow where the smoke goes
closing my eyes to the sunlight
withering tonight
one thing is certain
the rest is a lie
one thing is certain
life flies
molly,
molly,
molly
mother of night
your sons of the dirt bless you
mother of night
Like the weather your heart changes with each season Springtime summer fall and winter too Though I know I’ll never understand the reason I still wonder why each season changes you It was springtime when I found you like the flowers And our love grew warmer with the summer sun In the fall I could…
Sunday matinee In a one dog town You’re two seats away I move two seats down Wipe the tears from your eyes The first kiss i stole I walk you home The credits roll Fade to black Fade to black Fade to black Fade to black I hear my voice On the telephone But I’m…
Zeytinburnu Bursa G-han geLio nigga kasma Yolda hiç şaşma g-han apo gene mic’te Zeytinburnu Bursa G-han geLio nigga kasma Yolda hiç şaşma g-han apo gene mic’te G-han yasLa rapLe geLioz nigga kaçma Kaç kaçabiLirsen haspam var bi tatar oda kankam Zeytinburnu Bursa rapi biz sokarız kursa hızLımı yawaşmı tosbağa açıLır birden susdaa G-hanı arama bi…
karanlık bu gecede yıldızlar firar aklımdaysan bu beden ruhunu arar gözlerimden düştün katre katre gönlüme duvarlara ismini nakşettim yine sevda ne zormuş niye büyüdüm anne şiir: büyümek isterdik hep değilmi? oysa oysa büyümek aslında üzüntülerimizin büyüme oranıymış aşkı tanıdığım gün niye büyüdüm diye sordum kendime dünyada milyarlarca insan var ben o o diyorum şu gelişmiş…
You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge’s party And there you stayed till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came down, you looked around And you were not the same after that…
I KNOW IT WRITER GRAHAM GOBLE I live alone, I’m little known, I’m mad about my lady and glad about the way she loves me, I go away, but on the day, hate it to be leavin’ and want just to be seeing my lady. And when I come home, she gives me a feelin’…